I M P U L S E | Jackson Whittemore [2]

01: Short Lived Luxury

SOTC: Daddy Issues // The Neighborhood

Whoever said that money couldn't buy happiness must of never met Annie Argent. The brunette had officially blossomed into something badder, darker, and hotter. With a new haircut, a new style, and a new attitude, she was a new girl... or so she chose to believe.

Annie was unmistakably still lost within the depths of Jackson Whittemore and their relationship. She woke up every morning only to scream at herself for being so stupid to love someone who left her feeling so broken...

But that was Jackson's thing, wasn't it? He would break her, and then fix her all over again.

Well, she was in need of fixing now. She was too lost in the fake life she had created in the Bahamas, to remember her true one back home. Her once three month trip had stretched into five. Summer was changing into fall, and Annie still had no intention of going back to the town that held so many memories.

Contrary to most beliefs, a person can be depressed and happy at the same time. It's a difficult task, but it's possible, and Annie had learned to digress. What a boring life it would be if she were sad, all the time.

Annie rummaged through a couple of things on her nightstand, finally stumbling upon a set of silver keys. Her means of transportation in the Bahamas consisted of walking or riding. The shiny, 2008 Vespa she invested in her first week on the tropical island was the best purchase she'd ever made.

The island was gorgeous in the summer time, but it's beauty especially appeared in the fall. The climate changes that Beacon Hills had to deal with were nothing compared to the tropical island that never got below 75 degrees. The drop in temperature made it perfect tanning weather. Not too hot, or too cold.

Throwing down her towel, Annie laid out her tanning oil, sunglasses, and grabbed her wad of money. She decided to walk to the small bar located onshore about a half-mile down. Annie pleasantly looked at the menu, trying to determine whether or not to get an alcoholic beverage, or just a water.

That was another awesome thing about the Bahamas; they never bothered to card you.

Reaching for her blue colored drink, Annie popped a green umbrella into the liquid. There was something so appealing about a drink with an umbrella in it. Admiring her choice of drink-attire, Annie was shocked when her phone began to ring in her back pocket.

* * *

Scott stared across his kitchen table at Stiles, who sat fidgeting with anything he could find. He moved his eyes to his phone, pulling Annie Argent's contact up.

Both of them understood that she needed time. Scott knew that Annie needed to escape for a bit, and they promised not to call unless it was important... But Scott and Stiles were in too deep, and they needed the help of their best friend to dig themselves out of this one.

Sighing, Scott threw his head back against the wooden chair, "What am I supposed to say?"

Stiles shrugged, saying, "Maybe something like, 'Hey, how's the Bahamas? That's good. We missed you. By the way, your brother got taken by an ancient Druid – who's our new English teacher Miss Blake, by the way – along with my mom, Stiles's dad, and your Uncle Chris to be sacrificed. Come help?'"

Scott, annoyed, said, "Well put."

"Got anything better?"

Scott sighed and shook his head, picking up the phone. He assumed that the conversation would flow easily between the old friends, but how do you tell someone about something so frightening and consequential over the phone?